Vision

Earlier was our last class for the prayer and intercession module of our ENLI (Every Nation Leadership Institute) advanced studies. It was bittersweet because my Tuesdays will never be the same but it's time to put in action what we were taught.

During tonight's prayer, I had a vision of a rose - a rose that was black in color. It was turning and turning and slowly, its color became light pink which gave it somewhat of a glow. This gives me the message that I am as precious and fragile as a rose and no matter how filthy, wicked, battered and broken I was - I can be born again and become young, fresh and beautiful. Our God is a healing god. He can surely make beautiful things out of nothing or even out of dust or dirt.

The next thing I saw was a rock, which reminds and encourages me to be still, strong and planted on the ground as I go about my Christian walk. Surely, there will be challenges, difficulties and hurdles but as I remain dependent on God, I will be okay.

My last vision was of a young boy sitting on a corner wearing a yellow shirt and red shorts. He had black curly hair and was just sitting and patiently waiting. This, I cannot make out of. Maybe I should have shared this in class because I feel that this message is for others: maybe a couple praying for a child, maybe a parent who has a prayer for his/her son. I guess I'll never know.

But that's a mystery I'd like to keep - the mystery of how great God is, His plans and His power in executing those plans.